CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
She should be in things that aren't rom coms (or huge disappointments like True Detective.)
I saw Lauren Mayberry/CHVRCHES in concert last week.
She hasn't been on the top 10 but should be.
I often find myself, while watching Page’s films, staring at her forehead. It’s like its own system of expression, signaling with surprising quickness and muscularity. A small bit of emotion or perplexity will produce, over the bridge of the nose, two distinctive vertical lines, neat and straight. When Page’s emotions begin to rise — skepticism, distress, anger — the forehead becomes correspondingly complex. Those two neat parallel lines swell, protrude and start to entwine. As things progress, the agitation between the eyes rises farther up the forehead, creating a series of concentric arcs that suggest geological diagrams: ocean ridges, crustal folding. Then, as Page’s emotion begins to burn off, the wrinkles thin and travel in a crowded bunch all the way up to her hair, like pond ripples heading for shore. And then the forehead returns to absolute unwrinkled smoothness. That is the essence of Ellen Page: the face like a doll; the gnarled sophistication of the forehead.